My Alter-ego and How I Got Her
Her name is Rosie, and I have the hat to prove it.
Five years after divorcing, I was ready to reclaim my birth name. But I didn’t have a middle name. My college diploma, acquired a year after the divorce, says “Gillian Wiggins M—–.”
I mentioned this problem to a coworker, who said, “If you have to legally change your name anyway, why not give yourself a middle name?”
Duh. My mother had told me she had considered naming me Gillian Rosemary, but in England it was quite common not to give girls middle names–I guess because the maiden name becomes a middle name when they marry.
So on my birthday in 1993 I went before a judge and became Gillian Rosemary Wiggins.
Coincidentally, the main character in the comic “Rose is Rose” has a tattooed biker-chick alter-ego. Mine is more hip chick than biker chick (with tattoos).
Rosie is my inner artist, dancer, singer, free spirit. Rosie loves flowers and color, whimsy, improvisation. Rosie is my right brain.
“Jill” is my professional persona, my left brain. She gets it done and I couldn’t live without her.
“Gillian,” in case you’re wondering, is my inner child, sometimes querulous and fearful, other times the eight-year-old adventurer exploring an ocean liner alone (I’ll tell that story another day).
Having been ill for three weeks, Jill is just barely managing to get through every day, while Gillian has spent 12-hour nights in bed.
I am so ready for Rosie to come out and play.